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Sep 2021
every drop i bleed
is another chance of life gone
every passing month
a sober reminder
of a clock that won't stop ticking
tick. tick. tick.
desperate hands
on a hollow womb
every drop i bleed
makes it harder for me
to meet you
desperate hands on a hollow womb
beckie d and the poetry
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beckie d and the poetry  31/F/Australia
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